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"I heard that... the dimensional branch has a spell that can directly teleport over long distances, but the longer the teleportation distance and the higher the target's teleportation level, the greater the mana consumption... I really want to see the Son as soon as I return to the world."
Sigrid sighed inwardly.
If the Son of God came out of the shadow world, he would suddenly hear a knock on the door as soon as he sat down at home.
When I open the door again, I can see her leaning against her luggage.
What a romantic thing that is.
The intelligence navigation and passport for her trip to the southern continent were basically a one-stop service provided to her by the Dimension Branch.
As for the most advanced space teleportation, you basically don't have to even think about it.
It's not about money.
The mana required for the ultra-long-distance teleportation of her, a peak eighth-level cardinal, is too great. Even the only space mage who can do it, the Dimension Bishop, will lose his combat capability after using a teleportation spell of this scale. The cunning Toliado will not be stupid enough to use up all his mana in front of another cardinal.
The dream time ended, and Sigrid's thoughts were brought back to reality by the roar of Helsarem.
Behind her, the double doors of the Papal Chamber were opened, and the midday sun shone through the rose windows, casting mottled shadows on the red carpet on the ground, like a road to heaven.
Bells rang, cheers were heard, and the people welcomed their new Pope from the bottom of their hearts.
Sieglie smiled and waved to the crowd, thanking her people for their support.
In this era, the world is getting smaller and smaller as you see it.
she thought.
"Glory to the Goddess! Praise our Pope!"
The Knights Templar quickly formed a tight human wall around the platform to ensure the smooth progress of the coronation ceremony.
Bishops in white robes followed closely behind. They saluted Sieglery respectfully and then lined up neatly on the right side of the steps, indicating that the Church of St. Paul would unite as one to assist the new Pope in governing the country.
As Sigler walked, hymns echoed over the square.
Sigler walked slowly onto the stage, and the cheers of the people below intertwined into an inspiring melody.
Coming to the platform, Siglei raised her right hand slightly, signaling the people to be quiet.
The square gradually fell silent, and everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the new Pope's coronation speech.
"Dear people of Saint Polante, today, I swear in the name of the goddess of fate and all the people that I will do my best, with a sincere heart and a blazing soul, to inherit the will of the first pope and lead the country to a better future."
Siegler spoke slowly, her voice strong and powerful.
"After all the hardships, we finally ushered in the dawn of a new life. But the real test may have just begun. Let us move forward hand in hand, carry forward the legacy of our predecessors, and create a better tomorrow for Saint-Pierre!"
He said this to himself.
In her heart, she actually thought that this kind of thing should be done by the Son of God.
The Son of God is better at public speaking.
Previously in the Northern Continent, she liked to leave these matters to the Son of God most of the time, and she supported him from behind.
As expected, even after they got married, they were a perfect match in their careers.
When the oath was taken, the applause was like thunder and the cheers were like waves.
"Long live Sigray Saint Anastasius!"
"Long live Saint Polante!"
The shouts gathered into an overwhelming torrent, countless flowers and ribbons fluttered like dancing butterflies, the bells rang loudly, the hymns floated, and the light beams under the colorful glass windows gave the solemn hall a layer of dreamy colors.
"Be diligent and responsible, win people over with virtue, and rule the world with justice! Let Saint-Pierre return to its former glory!"
Sigler's voice resounded through the sky, every word ringing loudly.
“The great disaster will pass, and the dawn will come. This country, which has suffered so much, will surely move towards a brighter and more glorious tomorrow.”
Amid deafening cheers, thousands of white doves flapped their wings and flew into the blue sky, turning into a white cloud and soaring in the golden midday sun.
The ceremony makes time fly.
Until it ended successfully, the setting sun gradually sank into the horizon, and everything was shrouded in a rosy sunset.
The noise of the bustling Hersare faded away, and Sigra, the new Pope of Saint Polante, returned to her throne room.
Behind the heavy oak door is a magnificent scene. The frescoes on the towering dome of the Church of St. Paul have been recast, and the walls are inlaid with emeralds and amethysts in colors chosen by the new Pope himself.
"I have done all the work that needs to be done. I am truly a son of God who can command a bishop."
At the end of the stairs is the unchanging throne of Pope Saint Pontiff.
Sigrid sat on the throne, closed her eyes gently, and prayed silently in her heart.
"Come on, the rest depends on you."
Maybe from now on she will never have nightmares about this era again.
It must have been Lanqi who put an end to it for her.
……
Hours passed, on the other side.
The southern part of the Honing Empire.
capital.
St. Trix.
On a foggy night, the blood moon above the city was scarlet, illuminating the ancient and beautiful holy city below.
The outline of the building complex was looming in the night, and the spire of the Moonlight Tower and the spiral stone tower were cast long shadows by the moonlight.
The carriage was driving on the cobblestone street with its curtains closed. There were faint shadows swaying inside the carriage. The closed shops and shut windows on both sides of the street made the air a little quiet and uneasy.
Viewed from a thousand meters in the air.
The golden fireflies are like bright spots reflected on the mirror of the city.
This high place, where you can overlook St. Terrick at night, seems like the eye of a typhoon.
Their figures streaked across the night sky of Saint-Terrick like shooting stars.
The surrounding clouds were like silk, brushing past them. Every time they passed through the clouds, the city lights below were like countless stars reflected on the ground, paving a glittering path for their landing.
They were falling in the sky, and as they got closer to the ground, the city became clearer and clearer. They were surrounded by an endless night scene. The twinkling stars turned into pearls scattered on the black ribbons, and the blood moon emitted a red glow to illuminate them.
After a long time.
boom! !
On the streets late at night, when the shadows falling from the sky landed one after another, the noises they created turned into sudden loud noises, echoing in the busy streets.
The wide road surface of the street was left with deep marks due to the impact of their landing, and the air around them was filled with slight vibrations amid the flying dust.
The sudden noise quickly attracted the attention of passers-by in St. Trik.
This is an area adjacent to the South Bank and can be considered quite prosperous.
Originally, landing from a high altitude is a dangerous behavior, but this group of mysterious figures seemed to have bad intentions.
The streets were sparsely populated.
"what is that……"
When citizens saw the figure falling from the sky, they instinctively felt a sense of danger.
"It's the demons! The demons have come to Saint Trik!"
People instinctively felt something was wrong and ran away in panic, shouting loudly for the St. Trinian guards.
This group of uninvited guests were shrouded in black cloaks, their faces hidden in the shadow of the hoods, with only their eyes flashing with cold light.
The black-robed man at the head looked at the city-state silently.
This was clearly the first time I arrived at this place of decisive battle where the blood moon destroyed the world, but it felt like I had seen it many times.
[Mission Objective 1: Read the letter from old friend Kaliela; go to the Demon Realm Purgatory City Pascual & protect the little spark left by Kaliela; comprehend the Mirror of Tiberius; write the ending of the Blood Moon Era. (Completed)]
[Mission Objective 2: Understand the state of mind of Lanclos of the Black Sun: 49.32%. (Completed)]
【任务目标3：挑战者全员生存至21天时限结束，剩余时间0天00小时41分。】
As shown in the mission information of Shadow World, they have less than an hour left.
Since Lanqi's departure time in the shadow world was later than the three simulations, and more than half a day later than the last simulation, he had the help of many great demons along the way to annihilate the province and rush to Saint Trick at full speed, and it was almost coming to an end.
But that's enough time.
After three simulation experiences, Lanqi was already familiar with the route and time planning, which were all within his estimation.
"Destroy this castle?"
On the dark city road, Lanqi was accompanied by several companions wearing black cloaks, emitting violent magic power, like demons coming to collect debts.
"No, we will be entertained soon."
Lanqi answered, his indifferent eyes seemed to be looking far away.
"To be honest, I'm a little scared after killing so many Horning people along the way."
The scorpion-tailed witch Merogasi, who was leading the group beside him, laughed at herself.
She has a graceful figure, and the curves outlined by the tight leather jacket are faintly visible under the black cloak, like a taut bowstring, with a deadly poisonous arrow at the end that can be shot out at any time.
Lord of Blasphemy Merogas had never killed the Horning people like this even during the war.
The killing of hundreds of millions of people really opened her eyes to the world.
The Pope allowed them to start slaughtering indiscriminately from the south. Even they, who are demons, felt a little nervous. Would they really not be punished by the goddess of fate for doing so?
"I promise that you are all my familiars now. All the merits will be counted to the mastermind. You don't need to have any psychological burden."
Lanqi promised the big demons,
“The outside world is corrupt, and the so-called ‘plunder’ and ‘cruelness’ are all lies they weave. Only we have the true revelation because we know the truth of love.”
He explained to the demons with a kind look on his face.
"Lord Black Sun, it's such a pity that you couldn't continue to work with us in the Demon Realm. You are truly cruel and cold-blooded, the role model for our generation."
Several figures were laughing and praising.